Isabel waved her hand over her hair, drying it in seconds. "How pathetic," she said looking into the mirror and noticing her red eyes. She hated that she cried at all. The only time she let herself was when she was in the shower. Otherwise she kept her ice queen façade.

Isabel reemerged from the bathroom, after putting her pajamas on ten minutes later and gently climbed into bed so as not to disturb Michael. She couldn't believe how much room he took up of that queen sized bed.

"Michael. Can you move over?" whispered Izzy. "Michael."

"Mmphmm."

"Could you please move over?"

"Phmmmmumph."

This lasted for another five minutes and by now Isabel was losing her temper; ZAP and she sent a bolt of energy to him.

"OOOOWWWW!" yelled Michael. "What the fuck did you do that for?"

"Move over." She commanded him.

"Fuck." Said Michael finally scooting himself over.

"God this is going to be a long night," thought Izzy to herself.

Izzy finally settled into a light sleep 10 minutes later. It had only taken Michael seconds to fall back asleep. Her final thoughts before drifting off were how odd it was that she was so comfortable. Suddenly she was standing next to the rocks in Pullman Ranch. The symbols where there at her feet and someone was calling her name. She looked up and saw Michael outstretching his hand to her.

The two of them bolted right up out of the bed at the same time.

"The dream." said Izzy.

"You and me." said Michael.

"When was the last time you had one?" Michael asked, his heart still beating wildly.

"Not since when I thought I was pregnant. What about you?"

"Same."

"God, Michael, I can't deal with this destiny bullshit right now."

Michael felt stung. He wasn't sure why, but before he could stop himself he spat back, "Hey you think I enjoy this." He immediately felt bad for saying it.

A single tear spilled out of the corner of Isabel's eye. He was the one person she felt understood what she was going through, and still he could be so mean and harsh. But that was Michael.

"I wasn't saying you do Michael. I was just making a comment."

"Whatever Isabel, Why don't you just go cry about it in the shower."

"Fuck you Michael!"

"Hey guys!" said Kyle slamming the door open. "What's all the yelling about?"

"Oh nothing, just Michael being the dick that he is. Kyle could you grab my bag from the bathroom; I'll be spending the rest of the evening with you." Said Isabel, the ice queen façade in full effect at the moment.

"Whatever." mumbled Michael.

Kyle looked from Isabel to Michael and back to Isabel. He had no idea what had just happened. By the way the two hybrid aliens were looking at each other he knew he didn't want to stick around and find out. It was funny; Isabel was usually the only one who had Michael's back. Even if she didn't agree with him, she made sure that he was able to put in his two cents and that his opinions and ideas were considered. Michael sure must have fucked up to piss Isabel off like that.

Isabel stepped into Kyle's room. It was the same as the one she was sharing with Michael, except that everything was on the opposite side. She could tell the hot tube had just been filled up because of the steam still rising from the water.

"I'm sorry Kyle, I didn't mean to interrupt your plans for the evening." Said Isabel, still eyeing the Jacuzzi.

"You can join me if you want. I'll just wear trunks, unless you have something else in mind?" he said wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Maybe in your next life Kyle."

"Ouch."

Isabel set her stuff down beside the bed and climbed under the covers. She was emotionally spent, but now she was afraid to fall asleep. The dreams of her and Michael's destiny always made her feel uncomfortable and she felt bad about lying to him. She had the dreams about every six months, although the last time had only been two months ago. The dreams were comforting and disturbing at the same time. They made her question her feelings and at the same time she always felt safe and at home.

Kyle watched Isabel drift into an uncomfortable sleep; her brow still furrowed as her chest gently rose and fell. He was curious as to what it was that was obviously weighing on her mind. In an unconscious act of endearment he whispered in her ear, "You'll be okay." He watched the expression on her face mellow and wondered if she had actually heard him.

Isabel was in the middle of the desert again. Michael was caressing her face with his hands. She felt her heart beat quicken with anticipation for what she knew would come next. Michael's kiss was soft and fierce at the same time. She returned his kiss.

Slowly Isabel opened her eyes. Soft light was shinning in through the window. She sighed at the thought of facing Michael now that the night was over. She went to pull her self from the covers when she felt something holding her back. She hadn't realized it before, but Kyle's arms were wrapped around her, and she was definitely curled up into him. Her cheeks flushed pink when she realized just where his hands were. Quietly she slid from his grasp and she watched as Kyle squirmed and a slight frown appeared on his face.